A Poem (with minor edits) to Wiley Koepp entitled:
Wiley, Don’t join the Navy
Wiley, don’t join the Navy
They cover all your food in gravy
And make you mop
When the seas are wavy
Out at sea, you’ll see
It’s not a place you’ll like to be
You’ll be sorry on the water
When you “kiss the gunner’s daughter”
Sure, the movies make it look fun
But under the sun, you’ll wish it was done
And God forbid you have a wreck
Or slip and fall on the poop deck
The Navy’s not what you think
A ship in water’s prone to sink
It’s definitely no pleasure cruise
Or awesome movie with Tom Cruise (and Kelly Mcgillis-meow!)
Stay on land and with the band
I don’t think you understand
The perils of a seaman’s life
you have children and a wife
You’ll be keel hauled and get flogged
You’ll turn green and get grogged
You’ll get seasick, you’ll get scurvy
It’ll be just like Junior High